What The Heart Of The Young Man Said To The Psalmist. Tell me not, in mournful numbers, Life is but an empty dream! For the soul is dead that slumbers, And things are not what they seem. Life is real! Life is earnest! And the grave is not its goal; Dust thou art, to dust…
Tag: Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
These Misty Mornings
Something lovely about walking in wellington boots across my field and garden this time of year. You can see where I have been and how high I lift my feet by the darker green trail trail left in the grass where I have unsettled the dew. It is as distinctive as seeing birds’ feet in…